| 142[Newspaper clipping]
MELDON HILL.
I took the road of dusty stone
To wal kalone, by Meldon Hill,
Along the knap with woody crown
To walk alone, by Meldon Hill,
While sunlight over-shot the copse
Of underwood, with brown-twigged
topps;
By sky-belighted stream and pool
With eddies cool, by Meldon Hill.
And down below were many sights
Of yellow lights, by Meldon Hill.
The trees above the brindled cows
With budding boughs, by Meldon Hill,
And bridged roads, and water-falls,
And house by house with sunny walls,
And one where somebody may come
To guide me home, by Meldon Hill.
--William Barnes. | 142[Newspaper clipping]
MELDON HILL.
I took the road of dusty stone
To wal kalone, by Meldon Hill,
Along the knap with woody crown
To walk alone, by Meldon Hill,
While sunlight over-shot the copse
Of underwood, with brown-twigged
topps;
By sky-belighted stream and pool
With eddies cool, by Meldon Hill.
And down below were many sights
Of yellow lights, by Meldon Hill.
The trees above the brindled cows
With budding boughs, by Meldon Hill,
And bridged roads, and water-falls,
And house by house with sunny walls,
And one where somebody may come
To guide me home, by Meldon Hill.
--William Barnes. |
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